I no longer held back as I kept talking, “Grandma begged you to take me back before she died, but what did you guys do? Just because my sister wouldn't let me sleep in the bedroom, you forced me to sleep on the sofa every single night.”

“While my sister ate, drank and had fun as she enjoyed all the love from her parents, did you remember how you had treated me? You treated me like a nanny. You also refused to give me any pocket money after I turned 18,” I continued angrily.

My parents’ face immediately changed. But I told the real truth. Obviously, they were forced into silence.

My sister pointed at my nose as she angrily shouted at me, “You’re getting cocky now, Anastasia! So, you’re starting to settle accounts, right? If our parents hadn’t taken you back and given you a room to live in, you would have been a beggar on the street. You’re an ungrateful bitch, you don’t deserve to be your parents' daughter!”

I couldn’t help but retort, “Do you even give me a room in a house this big? Let me ask you then, which one is my room in this huge house?”

When Olivia opened her mouth to answer, she went silent after a few seconds because she was embarrassed. After that, she turned around and threw herself into her mother’s arms and sobbed.

“Anastasia is blaming you guys for being mean to her. It’s surely hard for you guys to raise both of us. I can get it, but she can’t understand at all!” she shouted, pretending to cry.

Olivia was best at crying and making people side with her. When my parents saw her crying, they were upset. That was always the case.

My mother gently patted my sister’s back and glared at me as she angrily scolded me, “Anastasia, Olivia is never in good health. You know that very well, so what’s wrong if we care more for her? You’re the eldest, so you must learn to live hard to make sure you’re able to control your emotions! You’re such an ungrateful daughter!”

Again, they were trying to guilt trip me. In the past, I would be fooled and believe them after they argued. But I was no longer the submissive Anastasia.

“Me being an ungrateful daughter? Do you know where I have been these days? I had such terrible gastrointestinal pain that day. If my assistant hadn’t taken me to the hospital, I would have died! If I really died, would you even grieve for me?” I angrily asked them.

After that, I threw the medical records and examination forms in front of them. The documents were clear. Not only that but there were official seals of the hospitals. So, it couldn’t be faked at all.

My parents glanced at me before they scanned the documents. Without further ado, their expression changed. They became quiet.

Without letting them speak, I told them, “I was in such critical condition at that time and needed surgery immediately. My assistant, Alex, called you to go to the hospital to sign the document to proceed to the surgery. But what did you do? You said you didn’t know me. You didn’t even answer her calls.”

After that, I continued, “Look at these fucking forms! I was given two critical illness notices. Where were you at that time? You were outside celebrating Olivia’s birthday! Did you know that day almost became my death anniversary?”

As soon as I finished speaking, a teacup was thrown straight at me. It was too fast, so I was unable to dodge it. My forehead got hit immediately. Soon enough, the blood flowed out from my forehead which blurred my vision.

“Anastasia, you ungrateful bitch! It seems we really raised you in vain! Your sister is several years younger than you. She even knows that it’s hard for us to raise you two. What about you? You’re already in your 20s, but you’re not mature at all! We raised you, but you hated us, huh?”

However, I ignored him. Instead, I took out a tissue and pressed my forehead to stop the bleeding. When the bleeding stopped, I slowly raised my head and looked directly into my father’s eyes. This time, I was enraged.

“You guys didn’t raise me! It was Grandma who raised me! When I was a kid, I was hospitalized for pneumonia. My grandma called you to ask for medical fees, but you refused to give her a penny. My life isn’t worth even a few hundred dollars in your eyes. How dare you say such things!" I shouted back at my father with a much louder voice.

For several times, my father’s mouth twitched. His face darkened. Just when the man raised his hand to hit me, I pinched his wrist so hard that he couldn't move.

My father angrily asked me, “Did you even know how could you become the Sales Director? If you didn’t have me as the CEO-”

Without further ado, I cut him off as I angrily, “Don’t you dare tell me such a blatant lie! Ever since I joined the company, I’ve been the sales champion every year. I became the Sales Director because of how good my work is! It’s got nothing to do with you being the CEO!”

My father went quiet again. I wanted to see what else they could prove that they loved me as their daughter. The endless silence was the best answer.

These people knew what kind of life I had lived these years. No matter how their arguments were, it was useless. They always said that Olivia had poor health. However, her annual physical examination showed that she was in good health while I had long-term anemia and poor digestion.

In the end, my parents were just making excuses for their failure. Since I returned to this family, my parents had thrown my sister to me to be taken care of. Ever since she was a child, Olivia had a bad temper and liked to find my fault. Not only that, she would also beat and kick me.

If I defended myself even a little bit, my parents would beat and scold me severely. But if I didn’t defend myself, Olivia would make lies. It had always been like that. Not giving me food, locking me up in a small dark room and being punished to stand or kneel on the balcony on snowy days were all my daily routine.

Once I had a high fever and cried and begged them not to punish me. My father said I was pretending to be sick as he grabbed my hair and threw me out the door. That night, I almost froze to death outside.

When they needed me to go to a gathering with relatives and friends, they would put on beautiful clothes for me and gently say that those punishments were just them trying to give me lessons. They would threaten to leave me if I told anyone about their mistreatment of me.

As soon as I got home, they urged me to take off the beautiful clothes because they rented them and had to return them to the owner. At that time, I always envied my sister for living a princess-like life with the best food, clothing, housing, transportation and travel. I even fantasized that my parents would see my goodness one day and give me a little love.

Day after day, year after year then passed. My fantasy was replaced by disappointment bit by bit. Until even the disappointment was enough, but it eventually turned into despair.

At this point, Olivia suddenly stopped throwing tantrums as she walked towards me step by step.

“Anastasia, Dad didn’t mean it. Please just forgive him. Does the wound still hurt? Do you want me to help you deal with it?”

When Olivia stretched out her hand to hold my arm as she looked at me with fake pity, I mercilessly shook her off. Although I didn’t even use any force, she shouted and fell quickly even though my palm pressed the broken pieces of the teacup so that she wouldn’t get hurt.

“Anastasia, I care about you and wish for you to reconcile with Mom and Dad! Why do you treat me like this? My hands are the hands for playing the piano. I’m going to participate in the competition next week. You are so cruel …”

Immediately, my parents panicked and rushed over to hug Olivia. My sister immediately cried in her mother's arms. This made my father furious.

The man grabbed me by my collar and glared at me as he shouted, “How could we give birth to such a monster like you? Apologize to your sister now! Otherwise, don’t you blame me for turning against you!”